Page 80 of Objection
“Although, Sir, none of this is anything I would struggle with,” I commented quizzically, wondering what I would need to remember my safewords for. He had said as much as though I would be worried or something.
“Oh, yes, little one. I forgot the best part.” He stood, walking to me, pushing me back until my back hit the wall. “The entire, beautiful thing will be videotaped. For us to enjoy afterwards.”
His voice was like silk in my ear, and I felt the embarrassment and anxious butterflies flutter through my entire body.
“How does that sound, beautiful?” he cooed.
“Like perfection, Sir,” I barely breathed.
“Good girl, now, get going.” He chuckled into my ear, tapping my hip as I shook the sexual fog from my head and made my way to the stairs. “I can’t wait to see you all dolled up for me, little one. My pretty little fuck toy. You have fifteen minutes.”
His words sunk through my body like molten lava as he made his way to the basement, and I rushed my way to the stairs. I couldn’t keep the giddy smile off my face. A videotape of one of our sessions? Sure, the thought of being on camera was a little frightening, only because I knew I wouldn’t be able to control the angles and lighting. I probably wouldn’t be seen in the best positions. Let’s be honest, I was no tiny woman. No, I had curves and rolls around my middle, especially when I bent over or anything like that. My skin was pale as hell and had a light dusting of peachy freckles. I didn’t have on makeup, as he preferred when we scened. But where I would normally be fretting over looking just perfect, I found that I cared less and less the more I was with Soren. He made me feel beautiful in my own skin, exactly as I was.
No, instead I was focused on following his orders, pleasing him, letting go in his care. It was with those thoughts running through my head that I opened my bedroom door, anxious to get down to the playroom and submit to him. My favorite part of the day. I swung the door open, turning to close it behind me.
On the bed was a gorgeous, peachy rose-colored nighty. It was silken and lined with beautiful cream trimming. Beside it was a set of stockings that matched my skin well, and a garter belt
A small, folded note sat beside the clothing.
My beautiful submissive,
Put on the clothing I have purchased for you. I want to see you beautifully dressed. Wear light makeup. Nothing much, but wear the mascara I have left on your bathroom sink. It is not waterproof and I long to see it running down your face as you break for me. Be a good girl and do as you're told for your Sir.
Time is ticking.
Sir
With a giggle, I swung open the bathroom door, haphazardly shucking off my clothes and still re-reading the note.
“Time is ticking indeed,” the voice growled from within the bathroom.
My blood ran cold.
The air pushed out of my lungs, my body catching painfully, unable to take another inhale of air.
The note fell to the ground, my hand still poised like it was between my fingers.
I didn’t lift my eyes.
He stepped closer, his brown, worn shoes stepping into my field of vision.
Run!
Attack!
Scream!
Anything!
My mind ran in circles of a million things that I should be doing. Yet, I did nothing. I stood there, frozen, feeling as though ice was literally running through my veins.
My eyes finally lifted, moving up his body as bile filled my throat.
“You know, had I known that all you needed was a man to beat the fuck out of you to keep you in line, I would have done it years ago.”
He looked… I don’t know. He looked like he always looked, and somehow completely maniacal at the same time.
“David—”
